10 minutes in a Nob Hill parking lot

So there I was in a Nob Hill parking lot behind a rainbow painted car with an Om on the trunk, when a couple walked by. She was late 20s, he at least 65. Unaware of my presence, they kissed giddily and she tugged on one of his greying locks. "Oh what's this?" she asked pulling a strand away from his face. "Hey it's bird poop," she crooned. "That means you're blessed." Clearly the man had not heard of fortune-infused bird poop, so she said, "Yeah, in some... you know, cultures... bird poop is a sign of good luck."

A couple minutes later, some guys walked past me on their way to a mini-van parked nearby. "I wanna get a really convincing dog... head... a mask... and then some paws," said the one with the ear spacers. "And then, you know, drive around."

Hmm... I didn't see that as ageist or anti-hippie, just as the details of the general wackiness of the story.
For me the term hippie is negative, I associate it with the people who didn't take good care of their kids or animals and were not responsible about anything. This is in sharp contrast to people who were kind of grubby and living a non-traditional life , but who were responsible.

Interestingly, the painted "love Taurus" was her car, not his. All in all, I found the whole thing enchanting in that "can't stop looking" sort of way. But really, the point of it all is not judgment just voyeuristic pleasure at enjoying the people who make up our little world.

chantal's right. i always take the time to enjoy the freak shows when i encounter them. i am an unapologetic people watcher & lover. i also realize i sometimes star in thier show, so can't take any of it too serious. can't something just be funny anymore?

The closer you get to UNM and Nob Hill, the more interesting the people watching is. Interactions among college students, yuppies, academics, hippie types, New Agey people, street people, and so forth.